MTL - Heaven Official’s Blessing-Chapter 45 Black country teacher **** golden feast

Fengxin is standing closest to the two, looking at the pity, the color of shock can not be concealed. The feelings of enthusiasm are trepidation, and there is faint excitement in the shock of restraint. Shi Qing Xuan put Ping Mingyi, said: "Do you have any misunderstandings in the millennium? If the Prince is the heart of the country, how can you recognize it now?"

At this time, a man on the side said: "Qing Xuan, this is what you don't know. The legendary Fangxin Guoshi has always been a lofty temperament, mysterious cold and arrogant, never showing people with a true face, always with a silver mask. His Royal Highness should have never seen him since then."

Talking to this person holding his arm, standing far on one side, it is awkward. When Shi Qingxuan met him, he was not happy. He said: "If this is the case, it means that no one has ever seen the teacher of Fang Xinguo. Why should the generals have already determined that the Royal Highness is the tone of the heart of the country?"

When he and his pity, he was so strange that he made people laugh, and when he arrived in heaven, he changed his appearance and was very self-satisfied. He paid attention to the image every move. At this time, a white figure was circled behind the temple.

When he came, everyone was relieved. The three sacred officials who had been talking in the hall quickly stood up and stood up and said: "Imperial monarch."

Jun Wuwei raised his hand and everyone straightened up. Jun Wu trailed himself and passed by with Xie, and took a picture on his right arm. The blood of the blood was still dripping down the sleeves of the pity, and immediately after the filming, it stopped.

Looking at Mingyi for a moment, Junwu said: "Nothing serious. First place the geologists."

So, the four pharmacists, the priests, came up to help Mingyi and took it. Shi Qingxuan seems to want to follow suit, but look at the situation in the Shenwu Hall, still can not rest assured, stand still.

Junwu took the hand back to the top of the throne, this is the way: "Talk about it, what happened. Taihua does not let loose music, why is Xianle down?"

Lang Qianqiu looked at him again and saw him. He still said nothing, but now he is a **** official. He is not afraid of him to escape. He looses his hand and turns to Junwu. He said: "The emperor, this person became famous for centuries. Kill my relatives and blame my country. I want to fight with him and ask the emperor to be a witness today!"

In the Temple of Shenwu, even if you haven’t heard of Fangxin’s teacher, you can quickly check it out. Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared. Just as the spirit is also required to solve the problem for everyone: "Fang Xin Guo Shi, is the savior and the servant of the Yongan Guotai Zilang. The reason why he will be listed as one of the demon and double divisions is because of the gold The feast of blood washed the famous deeds of the Yongan royal family."

Teacher Qingxuan: "What is the Golden Feast?"

Ling Wendao: "The wind lord, this golden banquet, was originally a banquet popular in the Xianle nobles, because the wine vessels, food utensils and musical instruments used in the banquet are all exquisite goldware, luxurious and incomparable. Therefore, this is the name."

After the founding of Yong'an, Yongdi was first announced to the world, and the vowed to be ruthless will definitely put an end to the slogan of the past, and never repeat the same boat, only one heart and one mind for the people to solve problems. However, after a few decades, everything has been learned, or it is still the same.

Lingwen continued: "On the night of the 17-year-old birthday of Prince Yong'an, a grand banquet was held in the palace. And the heart of the country... is in this golden banquet, holding a sword and killing it. All the Yongan royals present."

The gold cup turned over and the blood was red as wine.

"Only the long-awaited Yongan Taizi Lang Qianqiu escaped, but he was almost destroyed."

This shockedness is undoubtedly a heavy blow to Yong'an. If it is not the people's heart, it will be exhausted. It’s easy to stabilize the situation. The Yong’an royal family called the world’s strangers to pursue the murderer’s murderer. Finally, he finally won it. Lang Qianqiu personally killed a generation of demon sacred hearts and teachers, and sealed his body into a triple scorpion. Into the soil.

However, the Yongan royal family was still badly hurt. Since then, it has inevitably gradually declined and was replaced by the next dynasty.

Lang Qianqiu stared at Xie Pity and said: "Why do you want to do that, I never understand. You said that you can't see us sitting in this position. I never believe, I don't think you want to be a bit. I am now. I finally know why."

The sects of the people are stunned and screaming.

"This is revenge!"

"Isn't it revenge? Xianle is gone, he will kill Yong'an. The Yongan people killed his father and mother, so he also killed the father of the Prince of Yongan, and returned to his teeth. eye."

"But it’s not the generation of Lang Qianqiu who killed the Xianle Country. His anger is too unreasonable..."

"I still think that the three worlds are a stupid, but it was a sly character. I ran to the enemy country to be a national teacher and secretly mixed the water. When I shot, I slaughtered the entire royal family. It was amazing..."

Thanks to pity, Jun Wu’s gaze projected and closed his eyes. Speaking, just listen to Junwu: "Taihua, you believe that Xianle is the heart, what is the basis?"

Lang Qianqiu said: "The person who taught me swordsmanship is the teacher of Fangxin. When he shot, I can't recognize it?!"

The dark tide surges even more.

"It’s not a mess of water, how can you teach the enemy prince swordsmanship in one fell swoop?"

"It's no wonder that after he climbed for the third time, he didn't see him touch the sword, afraid of the stuffing."

Lang Qianqiu said: "This time I went to the ghost city and handed me the blood and rain."

Listening to him talking about the ghost city and the flower city, many of the priests are also a scorpion. Lang Qianqiu continued: "I traveled once when I was twelve years old, and I was jealous of a group of thieves. The thieves grabbed me and fled to the street. There were guards. After catching up, I killed each other and played for a while. A street seller with a nose and a swollen face suddenly came out with a branch. It was also two times. Two swords were opened and I was saved.

"The group of thieves and the guards struggled with both defeats. The busker took me all the way and sent me back to the palace. My father and mother were grateful and retained, and found that he had great skills and asked him to be a country. Teacher, taught me five years of swordsmanship. When he got out of the sword, I was familiar with it. How could I admit it?"

My feelings are soft and whispered: "His Royal Highness, you said that you saw a little afterimage, but this residual image seems to be no one else, but it is still your side."

He spoke at this time, seemingly to defend the pity, but actually it is more subtle. Because he is sure that the nails have been nailed, the more questionable, Lang Qianqiu will certainly prove more truthful, and will not help the situation of thanking the pity. Sure enough, Lang Qianqiu said: "Good! Work hard to get the sword!"

Many of the gods in the temple are carrying swords with them. Listen to him and drink them. Lang Qianqiu took the sword and arrived in front of Xie Pity. He said, "Give you! We are now more than one game, nothing is hidden. Let's try our best to see if our swordsmanship is all the way. See if I am You taught it!"

Everyone thought that he would not be chaotic in the temple of Shenwu, but he thought of **** banquet, he was the prince of the Prince, and the whole family gave him a kill, and he could understand his excitement. Shi Qingxuan also remembered the wound of thankfulness and said: "In the autumn, the prince of the Prince is only to help you block the flower city, the right hand has become like this, how can you compare with your sword?"

After listening to this sentence, Lang Qianqi suddenly extended his left palm and made a heavy blow in his right arm. Just listening to the sound of the carnival, his right arm burst into a **** fog, becoming bloody, softly hanging down. This injury does not need to be viewed and it is sure to be extremely heavy. The gods are surprised. Xie pity is also a glimpse, said: "What are you doing?"

Lang Qianqiu said: "The wind master said that it is good. You just hurt me because I saved you. I am still with you. But you save me is to save me, killing me is also a fact. I know your hands. Can make the sword, and the swordsmanship is all fascinating, let's compare it with the left hand, the man will pick up the sword!"

Cheer looked at the sword and looked at him again. He finally shook his head slowly and said: "I made an oath many years ago, and I don't need a sword to kill people."

After listening to this sentence, Lang Qianqiu remembered that when he rushed to the scene that night, he just saw the scene where the black robes took the sword from his father’s mother, and the eyes were red and the left hand of the sword was smashed. ring. Shi Qingxuan went into the dust and smashed it. He rolled the sword and said: "I see that there is something wrong with this. Since the Fangxin Nationalist has always been wearing a mask, maybe who pretends to be a victim? What do you say?"

Everyone turned to the top jade. Jun Wudao: "Xianle."

Thanks to pity, said: "Yes."

Jun Wudao: "Taihua said, do you admit it?"

Thanks for your pity: "Recognition."

This "recognition" word, cold and cold is completely different from his past tone, listening to the wind, the feelings, the teacher Qing Xuan face all changes.

Jun Wu nodded and said: "Is it the heart of the **** banquet?"

For a moment of silence, Xie pity suddenly looked up and said: "Yes. It is me!"

One sentence, there is no room for change. Lang Qianqiu said: "You admit, that's good."

As I said long ago, in the heavenly court, there are countless sacred officials who touch the blood of mortals. But to be honest, there are really few because of these old blood debts. Probably because those mortals did not have such a stalwart descendant who flew in the sky, and they were accountable to the murderer with the honor of the priest.

Before the squatting of the generals to protect the army, and finally can not escape the exile of the mortal, but thank you, but there is no rely on the mountains, and now I am afraid that only I can still read the old feelings, whether to protect his heart.

However, the head of the priests has been unable to understand, and what is the attitude of Jun Wu to thank you. When Prince Xianle’s head flew up, it was naturally favored; but the second time it was soaring, the two played one game, and the pity or the sorrow of the sword was won by several swords; this third time soared, The two people get along very peacefully. It seems that they have forgotten the previous things. Jun Wu also gave Xie Pity a new palace view in the best part of Xianjing. It is really impossible to teach people. Therefore, several pairs of ears are erected, and wait for the top to hear how to fall.

Who knows, not waiting for Jun Wu to fall, thank you for the first voice. He said: "Xianle has an ulterior motive."

Jun Wudao: "You said."

Thanks to the pity: "Please ask the emperor to go to my immortality, and let me go down."

Some of the priests were taken aback, but they were slightly admired. After all, no one wants to be embarrassed, how easy is it to fly? I worked so hard to climb so high, I fell down at once, and I thought I would regret it. I dare to say directly to Jun Wu, please let me know, they can't do it anyway. However, some priests don’t care. After all, they have already made this move. It’s better to decide whether to retreat or not, and thank you for being punished twice, and then for the third time, there’s nothing for him. It’s a big deal, and he’s used to it when he’s squatting.

Lang Qianqiu said: "You don't need to be self-satisfied. It is your skill to fly. I just want to fight against you."

Thanks: "I don't want to fight with you."

Lang Qianqiu said: "Why? You didn't play with me before. This battle has never stopped."

Thanks and pity: "No why. Fight with me, you will die."